Based off my submission on a submission I made on tumblr.

I have been enlightened by the wonders of Elsacest, and as such, here is a little Early!Elsa/Pre-Coronation!Elsa/Canon!Elsa morsel with a little Elsanna on the side. It's nowhere near the wonderful writing of justonemoreartist's, but I hope you enjoy.

The setting here is somewhat vague, bordering on either the canon universe or an AU entirely (maybe modern). Expect just a mess of vague continuity with this series, a random assortment of ficlets with a common theme: Elsa and her many selves.

"G'morning."

It was a mumbled greeting, strained with a weariness that seemed to suggest an evident lack of actual sleep, though Ida could hardly fault her sister for it. There wasn't likely to be much sleep to be had that night.

"Good morning," Ida replied without turning away from the counter, a touch weary herself as she continued to brew her coffee. The night hadn't been as restful as she'd hoped, what with the… commotion from the other room that had lasted well into the evening. She'd left her earplugs in their shared room, and she didn't quite have the temerity to intrude on their 'activities' just for some sound sleep.

Sofia slid up to her sister with a coy smile, a telltale glimmer in her eye as she stood behind Ida, her hands sliding up her twin's back like coiling vipers. Ida's shoulders seized, her brewing interrupted, and Sofia merely smiled the wider. "Rather tense, Ida?" she intoned sweetly, noting the stiff muscles of her sister's shoulders and the disarrayed tangles of blonde hair haphazardly tucked into a familiar bun braid. "I don't suppose you managed much sleep either, hm?" she continued, wicked fingers slipping in through the collar of Ida's nightgown to dig softly into her sister's shoulders.

Ida stiffened, trying to maintain her composure and put on a show of ignoring Sofia's advances. "Why do you suppose that is?" she asked evenly as her hands resumed their brewing, "If only some people had been considerate enough not to vocalize their 'exertions' so loudly all evening…"

Ida could feel the grin come onto Sofia's face when she replied. "You were welcome to join us, you know?"

She didn't relent, her focus entirely on her coffee and counting the sugarcubes with almost intense scrutiny, the soft fingers weaving delicate shapes into her shoulders completely ignored. "I'm sure there was enough of you in that bed to keep each other company."

Her sister leaned closer, her mouth inches from Ida's ear, her voice like a vice. "Oh? You didn't make that protest the other time we were all together."

The third sugarcube made an audible splash into the coffee mug, the spoon lost from Ida's waning grasp. She cleared her throat, a creeping blush upon her neck. "That was— It was different. I had to take home work last night, so I couldn't. You know that…"

Sofia didn't relent, her body now pressed to the back of her sister's, playfully pinning the other woman to the counter. "And such a shame, that. Elsa has learned much since the last time." Her chuckle was deep, almost full of pride, as though recollecting the events of the night with titillating clarity, each rumble of her throat audible in Ida's ear. "And Anna was wonderfully flexible, throughout. You would have enjoyed it~"

There was a warmth that bubbled in Ida's core, a mix of jealousy and hunger that she tried desperately to push down, though with little success upon realizing that her sister was still naked and trapping her against the kitchen counter. "I-If it is your intention to be playful right now," she coughed, her hands closed into fists over the counter, "don't you already have willing playmates in your bedroom?"

Sofia looked aside to the direction of her bedroom, her lips curved into a pout. "The two of them are still asleep, unfortunately," she turned to Ida again, soft lips meeting her sister's ear, her breath tickling and warm. "Whereas you," she nipped and thrust her body forward, "aren't."

Ida bit back a gasp, wrenching her eyes closed, her composure falling apart at the seems, more so now that her sister's hot breath washed over the skin of her neck and her bare core warm and inviting against her. Did Sofia want it here? Right now? Good God, couldn't she have waited for Ida to have finished making the coffee at the least? "And…" she breathed, a last ditch effort of defiance she knew to be futile, Sofia's hands around her making it a little difficult to form words, "what makes you think… that I would simply indulge your whims, Sofia?"

'Convince me,' she was saying. It was a game they loved to play, though Ida was reluctant to admit. Convince to want, convince to need, though in reality, all she wanted was an excuse to feel desired as she was.

Sofia said nothing, and it gave Ida pause, the expectant thrill gnawing at her as the silence stretched, her assailant still, her breath faint and nonexistent now against Ida's ear. The arms that had her at Sofia's mercy, sensual and eager as they roamed her shoulders, now slipped away, freeing her, and it was suddenly all too cold. Frustrated, Ida turned fully to face her, her scowl evident and her voice high, "Well? Aren't you—!"

A pair of soft, full lips pressed over hers, capturing her mouth fully before more words could be uttered, a lithe body flush against her front as it pushed her to take more of her lips, and she could do nothing but to steady herself over the counter with trembling arms behind her back, soft whines slipping over her sister's skilled mouth. There was a hand on her chin, pulling her closer still, guiding her to an angle that let Sofia's lips dip perfectly over hers, the almost forceful tug making her quiver with shameful desire.

The assaulting twin parted, that insufferably pleased smile over her lips that she reserved for her proud victories, especially over Ida. "'Aren't I…'?" she mimed, teeth white and bare like a predator. "So eager already, dear sister?"

Ida's face burned, both out of hot embarrassment and the fact that Sofia always seemed so goddamned attractive when she made that face, all wicked smiles and firey hair and lurid stares that Ida was ashamed to have ever chosen to be attracted to.

"So it seems…" Sofia continued, a hand slither down Ida's front, her nightgown hiked upwards, and Sofiacupped, and Ida's vision filled with color, a choked hiss leaping from her throat. "There was little need for convincing after all, hm?"

Oh God, if Elsa or Anna walked in right now, she'd never live it—

"Sophia where— oh wow."

Elsa stood at the doorway to Sofia's bedroom, thankfully dressed (more or less) in a dark shirt (Anna's) and panties, her eyes wide and unsure if they should be privy to the scene before her, a hot flush over her face as she continued to stare regardless.

The two sisters swiveled back at her, one of them lighting up in delight, the other mortified and red as a beet.

"Ah, just in time, Elsa," Sofia cooed, before either sister could say anything more, her grin now positively nefarious at the sight of the youngest triplet. "Ida was just wondering about how that new thing you showed me the other night, right Ida?"

Ida opened then closed her mouth, unable to properly form words what with her brain stuck between horny and utterly mortified.

Elsa continued staring, trying to process the situation before her, one naked, lovely Sofia offering a timid, quivering Ida whose nightgown was askew and wow Ida was wet down ther-

"Elsa," Sofia called again, her voice like velvet, her arms around Ida now as she slipped behind the quivering triplet. "Come now. Won't you show your lovely sister what she was missing out on all night?"

Elsa blinked, looking between the two: Sofia, looking positively wicked, and Ida, breathless and at the mercy of the other, looking at Elsa shamefully and almost… expectantly, her lithe, heaving body as though an offering to be ravaged.

Elsa bit her lip, a smile forming against her will as she approached them both.

Ida swallowed hard.

To clarify:

Sofia (based heavily on justonemoreartist's lovely fic, Meeting My Reflection, and their interpretation of Early!Elsa) is the first and eldest (if by minutes) triplet of the three and is the incarnation of Early!Elsa or Evil!Elsa. For visual reference, look up 'Early Elsa' on a search engine.

Ida is the second triplet and is mostly just Elsa's incarnation during her coronation as queen, her hair in a bun, just before she ran away into the mountains.

Elsa is the last of the three and the canonical Elsa that we know of after her escape into the mountains.